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I wanted to save him

But as I lean back in my seat

trying to reach his past

trying to catch his dark cloud in a bottle

and throw it in the sea

He refuses to open his mouth…

he can’t

know me.

I tried to get him to

stay.

But he rushes past my outstretched hand

shouting into the void

saying he can’t love

saying he’s given up.

Helpless,

I try to smile when he laughs

when he talks

when he breathes

but he has me

giving up too.

His hand is smoke

when I try to hold it

he’s already halfway gone

I wanted so badly

to save him,

to be his rock

to keep him from

giving in to the void

But he

fell and

fell and

fell

I watched.